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No Excuses, Sir!

I worked out today.


It was pathetic. I mean, I had to rest a mess of times and modify the moves and when I got done, I was gassed.

It was awesome!

It made me think again about the woman with the kids and the buff body and the question about what’s your excuse.

This picture offends a lot of people, but not me. I’ve tried to explain that it’s not meant as an insult and that in some ways, it’s not meant for them. It’s meant for people like me, to motivate me to get up off my Jabba-like butt (there’s an image for you) and do some freaking work to make my life better.


So, Chris, you had to rest–a lot–in a workout that used to be easy for you. You cut out the jumps near the end.

What is your excuse, maggot?!?!?!

My answer? No excuses, sir.

I don’t need an excuse. I did the best I could. I’m proud of what I did today because it was¬†my best, no matter what it was. Even if I took twenty breaks and modified more. I did the smart thing–I didn’t overdo. But I worked hard.

And I think that’s the point that’s missed with the controversy¬†about what your excuse is. The question doesn’t mean–at least to me–that you need to have washboard abs when 15 minutes after you make a baby. It doesn’t meant that you need to look like Tony Horton (see previous reference to Jabba the Hutt’s ass). (It’s not that big an exaggeration these days.) (Really.)

The question means that you get to do this once. What do you want? What are you doing to get it? And if you aren’t doing it, why not?

It doesn’t mean you have to be perfect or buff or accomplished. It means if you want something, it’s up to you–and you alone–to do the best you can to get it. Whether that’s taking eight breaks in a 45-minute workout or running 17 miles (I’ve done both), if it’s your best, no excuses are necessary.